The Vixen & the Fox II

Chapter 301

Davina hummed a bit to herself as she walked with Hope and Lizzie, Lizzie was excitedly explaining things; Hope was clinging to her arm. She gave the girls her undivided attention, because they were clearly excited about showing off their world to Davina, and Davina was just going to let them. Lizzie peppered questions to Davina about her time, and her world. Mostly, Davina was being peppered with personal questions; what was her favorite color, her favorite flowers, her favorite food, her husband, what was Lizzie like over there, and did Davina believe in fate, what was it like in her time.

Davina had answered as best she could without telling too much for them to compare the worlds, their lives, or be disappointed in them. She didn't want the girls to try to mesh the timelines, because Davina wasn't stupid, and teenagers were her least favorite so... she figured they'd try to do something stupid.

"And this is the foyer, again..." Lizzie said as the door opened. "Daddy!"

"You!" Davina's eyes landed right on Bonnie. She looked drastically different from the Bonnie Davina had come to know but even so, she felt the witch's magic stirring up dangerous.

"Phasmatos Mosinus Pyrox Allum!" Bonnie aimed her hand at Davina.

Hope screamed and Davina pulled on every rune she had as she slammed all her magic around her as a reflective barrier, which sent a shockwave of power through the air, knocking Davina back a few steps. She saw Bonnie's nose was bloody and Davina held her ground as she reached into her back pocket for the elm wand and knife.

"No! No! Don't hurt her!" Hope screamed as she kept herself between Davina and the trio that were staring at her like a ghost.

"Hope move!" Alaric ordered aiming a crossbow at Davina. There was a horrific snarl, and blast of power, and Davina felt arms snatching her up as she was whisked away before she could fight. Kol set her down as he was checking her over.

"Davina!" she felt his hands on her, checking her over.

"I'm fine," she promised, his hands traced over her abdomen, and Kol's head rested on her brow then. "Kol, I'm not you wife, I'm not dead, I'm not dying, I'm okay," she promised gently as he traced her ribs and her sides.

"I'm sorry, love," Kol breathed. "I know, all this," he said gently.

"I'm just reminding you, love," she said it carefully. "If you want to kiss me to reassure yourself, you can," she said gently because he looked like he really did want to kiss her. Kol took that as a sign as he did kiss her then, pressing her against the wall, as he kissed her like it was the last moment he could, his thumb traced her jaw, he made a snarling sound before she felt his fangs as she kissed him. He pulled away, his veins snaking over his face, he was staring at her desperately, and hungrily.

"Sorry," he breathed.

"It's okay," she promised softly. "It's okay, Kol, I understand, I do," she whispered as she reached up, tracing his cheek. He closed his eyes as he rested his brow on her head, and she smiled a bit.

"Your Kol would be..." Kol started.

"He's a lot like you, Kol," she cut off. "And he would want me to help you, and I love you, every version of you, just as you love every version of me, and it's okay. Not right now, but you're okay, and it'll be okay, and she's not leaving you, even now," she promised.

"I saw that spell about to hit you," he whimpered. "I just saw my wife, and the last thing to happen to her was... the bullets, here," he traced her middle as they stood there.

"It's okay," she promised. "When you're calm, we might have to...explain this, you know, so Little Me doesn't get cursed, hexed, blasted, or shot, because you're clearly not going to take that well. So let's waylaid that before it could happen."